It seems shelving is an art, like everything else. I decide to do it exceptionally well.
I don't really see, but I like how his mind works in a different way from mine, in a way that could open mine up. 
One age might pass over what another prized, and the next age might then revere it
I glance back as I am pulling the door shut. I can see Mrs. Kasperek on her bed, in the apartment denuded of the books that were all her life. 
I love to slip into the bookstore. It is my haven. I don't have to prove myself there.
People write for ego gratification, not money.
Aristotle didn't have a problem with abortion," she says. "Oh, well, good, that's a comfort," I say.
